C. Lee McKenzie

Young Adult and Middle Grade Author

Insecure Writer’s Wednesday

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This is my first blog post for May, so 

I went back through my posts from the first year I blogged. That was interesting because I’d forgotten all about them. It was kind of like finding little presents scattered over the years. Here’s one that I did back in May of  2010. 

Okay, someone go find April and bring it back. I didn’t get anything done I had on my list, the list which I can’t find, but know has important stuff waiting to be done.

Some poetry for May:
Clouds over
Tree-dotted hillsides
I lick dust from dry lips
And run on to escape
The whir of defeat

That must have been a day I’d bumped into some rejection and I suffered an INSECURITY attack. I still like the idea of escaping the whir of defeat. I should expand on that.

As I went through those old posts, I discovered that somehow things haven’t changed. I’m still trying to keep up with my list. I’m still losing that list. I’m still forgetting what was important enough to take the time to write it down. Hmm. Seems I’m getting OLDER, but I’m not getting any better! Do I have any others out there in the same situation?

The Insecure Writer, Me

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See these nails?  I stopped biting them just in time to save the fingertips and why? Because I’m an INSECURE WRITER; I need those fingers for the keyboard.

This is me when I was an INSECURE ACTRESS, biting my nails.  (Ignore the caption. Marilyn was always trying to get the spotlight away from me. I think she might have been more insecure than I was.)

I don’t know which is worse, my insecurity on stage or what I’m enduring now. But I no longer look like the picture above. Here’s a more recent one.

Writer on the Verge . . . but of what?

Oh, I have me ups and downs. There have been days when I’ve seen myself with the Nobel prize for literature clutched in my nibbled fingers. I once thought I’d craft a Newberry Award acceptance speech just in case . . . you know the phone rang. But when a call came through on the day the award was decided, it was the vet telling me I could pick up Buffy.

This is my INSECURE WRITERS REJECTION week and I’m celebrating by joining the blog hop of other angst-filled-creative-finger nibblers. At last a support group.

Alex J. Cavanaugh
If you feel like hopping on board just click on the link above and join in the angst and the insecurity. It might be fun.